Which reminds me that if you had been reading the diaries of great-grandmother, you would see how she begins almost every year's diary watching the Rose Bowl parade in Pasadena, not on TV but live in person, accompanying the family of my Dad's Uncle Ariel, who live in the Pasadena area to this day. She often goes up there a day or more before the event and then accompanies them to the parade grounds. She describes how they always park their cars at the church there in Pasadena which is apparently so close to the parade route that they can easily walk from there, and then they afterward they go home and play games such as anagrams before and after the parade. Hmmm.... Interesting how Uncle Ariel's family often broadcast warnings that the rest of us are not invited to participate in that. And who said we have to go there with them? This is a free country so if we choose, if we wanted to, we can find our way to the parade route without going through them. I am just saying, actually, we can figure out where Pasadena is on the map and go see the parade without having to check in with Danny boy and company. Because, after all, the parade does not belong to them. It is a public spectacle that belongs to everyone, unlike that other private corporation which is none of my business.
I can't quite recall how to tell that story, or was it a joke, about not letting the birds build a nest in your hair. So, Ok, fine, we should all be able to get along just fine without continual harassment from the private company based in Pasadena. I am just saying.
After dinner, the Mean Go home to play games with themselves because the rest of us just want to go to sleep. We were not expecting to get clobbered by the stupid People of California, but apparently life is not a rose garden for us, only a ruin.
